Anticipation is half the fun!

I'll be heading to the beach soon and if you could see my foyer you'd think I'm going away for a year. I can't believe how much stuff I'm bringing. Three suitcases are sitting by the door stuffed with shorts, tee shirts, bathing suits, etc. My writing bag has paper, pens, notebooks, address book and calendar. The beach bag is packed with sunscreen, sunglasses and my iPod. A very heavy carton is packed with books and magazines. There's even a bag of groceries, just coffee, Sweet & Low and Coffee mate. Another bag is waiting for my laptop...

And yet I know I forgot something. So here I am checking my list and scratching my head and JP gives me the lecture.
"You know they sell all this stuff. It's not some remote island. If you forget something you can always buy it there."
"Yes but what if the stores are closed when I get there?"

It's not likely. So what's my problem? No problem. I just love the whole packing thing. For weeks now I've been making lists and checking them twice. Each item I pack reminds me that I'm going somewhere. Anticipation is half the fun. It's always been this way. No matter what the destination, being surrounded by maps and checklists and bags is exciting. And even if the other half doesn't measure up, right now I'm having a blast.